If you’re enjoying a bite to eat, please take a break. I would not want to make you choke on your Cheerios.
At a high school in Minnesota last week, the captains of the winter sports clubs were hazed in a ritual organized by school staff, under the direction of the Principal. The kids were blindfolded and told they were supposed to kiss “someone special” while the rest of the school body sat in an assembly and watched. The kissing sessions lasted several seconds. One female kisser put her male high-schooler’s hand on her bum. Another couple fell to the ground and started really making out to the cheers of the audience. The kids all took the black cloths off their eyes at the same time and learned they had been necking with…their own parents.
A video of the prank has gone viral and the Principal has been appropriately asked by media around the world, “What the hell?” He claims the prank was meant to “get everybody pepped” for the new season and wasn’t designed to “humiliate” anyone.
Before the reveal, one kid described his kissing partner as having “luscious lips”. How is that not humiliating?
So many people who ought to know better happily went along with this ruse. The school Principal, his staff, the parents. The prank was wrong on so many levels. Arranging a public make-out session in a high school is wrong. But pairing kids with their own parents is just about the sickest thing I’ve ever heard. What the hell is wrong with these parents? We’re not talking about the backwoods where Deliverance-style inbred banjo players hide in trees. These are ostensibly otherwise sophisticated people.
My mind is boggled. The Principal says it won’t happen again. It doesn’t need to. He and those parents have already set those kids up for a lifetime of awkward family dinners.
I only have two words for the school Principal and their staff, YOU’RE FIRED! As to the parents, seek professional help!
HaaaHaaaaa!! Minnesota!! America’s `Dunnville’ state!!!
Allow me to explain. When we were kids growing up and going to high school in Smithville, Dunnville was our arch enemy. Our schools were football rivals and we considered Dunnvillians to be our rivals, and a backwards bunch of folks! And vice versa. Ergo my brother’s comment!
Actually, There’s much more to it than that. I’m sure some of your readers who live nowhere near Niagara have heard of Dunnville! On more than one occasion I’ve heard people on Toronto radio refer to `The Incest Capital of Ontario’, you guessed it, Dunnville. And lest there be a Dunnvilleonianite reading this please don’t be offended, for as you know, it’s all true! Bwa-haa-haaa!!
I had no idea! I thought that was Teeswater’s claim to fame. !